He meets with somebody; it speaks
of an empty room, there's
empty rooms everywhere. It doesn't
understand the emptiness
for that is the vastness behind it.
"Is that the Demon?" We do not know
Oh High One - they make
for an exchange but there is naught
which is given or taken
They return together and seperate.
In an empty room found for a bottle
is it taken, does it disappear.
He changes a word and the word is
into reality made for truth.
The armies scatter, are evaporized
For like reeds which into clay carved
into dust does it all turn,
there is nobody to share it with.
All effort and initiative
is shattered - is crushed by the weight.
He is waiting for her in an empty room,
there is only him inside it.
He leaves the door unlocked for her,
mountains rises besides him
and he is the mountain beneath it.
It is only the fifth day - Oh Noble Spirit
there is still the last day.
even if It seems hopeless; they care not
but for comparisons.
He still holds fast to the lingering of it. |